Brownwall

Brownwall

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Brownwall episodes

  • Too Many Rockets
    Too many rockets
    We can't be estranged with this going on
    Too many rockets
    I see fire coming through the square
    Too many rockets
    Why is this all extraterrestrial
    Too many rockets
    I'm so ashamed I stole all their space money
    Their mirror ball UFO is rolling through tonight
    Too many rockets
    Leave everything except what you have on
    Too many rockets
    We can't be exterminated
    Too many rockets
    I thought I had covered up my tracks
    Too many rockets
    I'm so ashamed I stole all their space money
    Their mirror ball UFO is rolling through tonight
    Too many rockets
    I'm the reason we had everything
    Too many rockets
    I'm the reason we are going down
    Stephen Murphy - Drums, Bass
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    4 min
  • Diamonds For Days
    Been standing in this line watching time go by
    I've had the banks over my knee begging please
    Watching all the interest with supreme disinterest
    Can I get a witness about this charade
    All my life has spent in the way and I got no bills left to pay
    They don't pay me to be crazy
    Ill gotten gains are all the craze
    My condition's getting hazy
    I'd trade my diamonds for days
    I've buried everyone I love and now I stare at the stacks
    And they've got nothing interesting to say
    They don't pay me to be crazy
    Ill gotten gains are all the craze
    My condition's getting hazy
    I'd trade my diamonds for days
    All these years
    All this gold
    And I'm still not immortal
    They don't pay me to be crazy
    Ill gotten gains are all the craze
    My condition's getting hazy
    I'd trade my diamonds for days
    They don't pay me to be crazy
    Ill gotten gains are all the craze
    My condition's getting hazy
    I'd trade my diamonds for days
    Garrett Damore - Drums
    Micah Robinson - Guitar, Backing Vocals
    Carl Cunningham - Guitar
    John Makarewicz - Bass
    Nick Nunziata - Vocals
    Stephen Murphy - Backing Vocals
    4 min
  • Interstellar Deposits
    Amoeba looking structure glides through the viewport and in my mind I know it’s you after the big combustion
    We unite in the milky glow
    Holding on as it burns us all
    Motionless in the cold and dark hoping your next rotation will find me looking see you watching we catch fire and I glide too
    We unite in the milky glow
    Holding on as it burns us all
    Interstellar Deposits
    We unite in the milky glow
    Holding on as it burns us all
    Amoeba looking structure glides through the viewport and in my mind I know it’s you after the big combustion
    Stephen Murphy - Drums, Bass
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    4 min
  • The Jackal
    Set them up like kingpins to knock them down with prejudice
    Try this destructive mood until my eyes go red
    In the road behind there's compromises to fuel my darkest traits
    I've licked the wounds and let the feral in
    I’m a jackal today and I’ll be one tomorrow
    I'm not dying on this prairie
    Teeth bared for action
    I’m a jackal today and I’ll be one tomorrow
    I'm not letting this one go
    The eggshells are dust from my footprints but that's a long time ago
    Now the moon comes up and kickstarts my blood
    Rolling like a freight train down through rows of indistinguishable foes
    With all hairs on their ends
    I’m a jackal today and I’ll be one tomorrow
    I'm not dying on this prairie
    Teeth bared for action
    I’m a jackal today and I’ll be one tomorrow
    I'm not letting this one go
    I took the criticism and balled it up deep inside my bones
    Where the loose trash can go and eat itself
    Now nothing can pass through, through this deep and hardened skin
    The hunger knows no end
    Stephen Murphy - Drums, Bass, Backing Vocals
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    3 min
  • Blows to the Body
    Everyone wants to check my vitals
    As if something would change
    Inner fury dominates every decision
    Read these lines upon this face
    My head is strong
    My knees are weak
    A new sensation
    How you’re beating me
    I can’t recover from these blows to the body
    Somehow my head is feeling clear
    I feel the sting from these blows to the body
    But don’t throw in the towel
    Crumbling tower
    I bathe in mortality
    For someone built of stone
    I’m eroding at the speed of forgiveness
    I can’t recover from these blows to the body
    Somehow my head is feeling clear
    I feel the sting from these blows to the body
    But don’t throw in the towel
    Painful city
    Painful city
    I can’t recover from these blows to the body
    Somehow my head is feeling clear
    I feel the sting from these blows to the body
    But don’t throw in the towel
    Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
    John Makarewicz - Drums, Guitar
    Stephen Murphy - Bass, Backing Vocals
    3 min
  • The Boneghost's Wish
    Boneghost’s Wish is simple
    A painted hand on the forehead of all
    And his lies are sealed in the lines
    That are forming on his face tonight
    In this fluorescent cavern
    A million ways to die
    And he hopes you do
    But follow the faint footpath
    And soon we’ll drink the sky
    Boneghost’s Wish is foreboding
    We trickle down and live in the ground
    Just a simple infestation
    Learning lessons from things underfoot
    In this fluorescent cavern
    A million ways to die
    And he hopes you do
    But follow the faint footpath
    And soon we’ll drink the sky
    We’re not walking for our health
    We’ve been chosen because we’re soft
    Time to reverse
    Boneghost’s Wish is appealling
    But eerily similar to one that we dream
    The image in the reflection
    Is carrying a familiar sheen
    In this fluorescent cavern
    A million ways to die
    And he hopes you do
    But follow the faint footpath
    And soon we’ll drink the sky
    Stephen Murphy - Guitar, Bass, Backing Vocals
    Nick Nunziata - Drums, Guitar, Vocals
    3 min
  • The Cousin of Longrib Arrives
    The soiled spelunker’s garb was burned outside
    The fire stretching on high
    Caught the sorcerer’s eye
    The Cousin of Longrib Arrives
    And there’s no cairn
    Nary a way to know this zone
    The canary in the mine was up to its beak in swine
    Deep retreat from the dangerous farm
    The Cousin of Longrib Arrives
    And there’s no cairn
    Nary a way to know this zone
    The traveler’s path
    Leads far away from home
    Long live Longrib
    But his cousin’s gotta go
    The walking path was reduced to a brittle mire
    Hardly an efficient planning group
    The Cousin of Longrib Arrives
    He spoiled near everything on his comeback tour
    Ate the balance of the Billy Goat Crew
    The Cousin of Longrib Arrives
    Nick Nunziata - Drums, Guitar, Vocals
    Stephen Murphy - Guitar, Bass, Backing Vocals
    4 min
  • Everyone Runs from the Toilet Dragon
    A fountain bursts in the middle of town
    The water colder than deep space
    Crystal eyes capture our confusion
    And the rising of the corroded throne
    A whimper of gas and the weight of underground pain
    As the dragon sheds its scales
    The whole marketplace twists
    As this whirlpool of disgust
    Turns its liquid clear to dark
    Everyone cries
    Everyone screams
    Everyone runs from the toilet dragon
    Toilet time for everyone
    Now I’m the toilet
    No more dragon
    No more village
    Now I’m the toilet
    No more dragon
    No more village
    Now I’m the toilet
    No more dragon
    No more village
    Stephen Murphy - Guitar, Bass, Backing Vocals
    Nick Nunziata - Drums, Guitar, Vocals
    4 min

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We make music for our own sanity. Whatever mood strikes. Whomever from the circle is available. For over two decades. Cheapest therapy in the world. We hope you find some joy in it too.